A black cloud. It has passed. Why am I naked? What is all this blood they are washing me with? “Dress her with a black gown, she is meeting the devil in a few! ” A black gown? On me?
Meeting the devil,
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.My granny usually accentuates this old William Shakespeare’s quote. She adds some ‘salt’ on it, “if the devil invites me for a meeting, I will make sure he’s in hell first, am no meeting the devil here! “. Why would an old woman think of meeting the devil? Friends, let’s leave it at that.
Lawd Awmighty….!!! Who is this on the serpent – like thrown with anger written all over his fizzog? Is he the devil? All these in red gowns. Is that blood and gore dripping from their mouths?
A black cobra?! Never have I seen this before. “Where am I??!” Everyone here is in a bate mood, but I bet not to ask. Why so much rage? They all seem piqued. Probably, this is how their mood should be to someone who is meeting their devil. Am I meeting him? Am I? I collapse……
This is what happens,
“Hahaha… Hahaha… Haha… Lucimamu, welcome to the gang, everyone welcome this Coastal jewel to the Bloody Kingdom! ” The stress on the ‘b-l-o-o-o-o-d-y’ word makes me utter a long yelp. My hands around my head, which is now between my knees, that are cluttered together. Am hiding from these eyes gawking at the innocent me. Why on earth should I be meeting the devil?
Before he proceeds with the introductions, I try to cry the ‘Jesus! Jesus! Jesus! melody’ . No sound. No sound comes out. They laugh louder than before. More blood is smeared on the floor, a cup of fresh human blood (yes I said human), is passed over my body. They be sipping it while dancing to lewd songs and clamour.
Here she comes. A very glamorous woman, the age of my big sister. She is what my English teacher would call, ‘voluptuous’ and has the most fetching hair I have ever seen. In her hands, a golden ring, ankle and waist jewelry , a pair of diamond earings, silver bangles and a bracelet made of rubies.
On her head a pyramid crown, is she approaching me? Yes. She then prettifies me with these expensive ornaments. Then gives me a book entitled, ‘Meeting the Devil- The death Mission,’ with names so familiar.
To my disbelief, I scream “Nooooooo……..!!!!!” Only to wake up under my bed. I am sweaty and dirty. Hilariously, I find my way out. That was a dead meeting the devil nightmare. Thank God, It wasn’t real.
Waking up to Corona,
“Plesident Kingston ndio ameamka, waziri wa usingizi ndio amemaliza kutoa speech yake, mtukufu, nikuekee maji moto kwa bafu? Nitume boss ntaenda!”
That’s my momma. Ever teasing, sometimes sarcastic.
Like any other African mama, she is never wrong. Anything including slippers, jembe, basin, sufuria, broom and cooking stick, just to mention a few, can be used to flog a child. Without forgetting, if you wake up late, you are the newly ordained Plesident Kingston. She ordains and swears you by force. Dare refuse, you are met with a hot slap all over your face that is worse than meeting the devil.
I stand still, trying to hide my bad moods. I do not say a thing, am still healing from the blue funk am from. Thoughts are rummaging through my mind of how meeting the devil was like. “If it was just a dream yet am this terrified, what would have happened if it were real? Jehovah….. Am yours please.” Do I tell momma her name was number one in that Death Mission book? No, I better not. I am not ready to answer her million plus twenty questions.
My purported ‘wife material’ sister is busy, eyes glued on the television holding a mop on her left hand. “I hope you dreamt of the cure!” She angrily says. Cure? What cure? “Eeeh….. Dr DeleCreme umelala hadi saa sita, haya tuambie dawa ya Coronelius na usiwaste time. Si umeonyeshwa ndotoni!” Momma again. Can’t she just keep the vibe low? Coronelius??? Thanks to her, “Mum it’s Coronavirus,” my sister corrects.
What is this Coronavirus disease?
Coronavirus? What is it? I interestingly listen to the news, having calmed myself with the nikumbushe kunyamaza chorus.
They say it’s COVID-19 in abbreviation. That it has majorly affected China and it is vastly spreading across the globe. Worst of it all, this Coronavirus has no defined cure as per now and more than ten people and counting are recorded to be positive in our country.
As I continue getting appalled, I hear that the disease is caused by a virus called Severe Acute Respiratory Syndrome Coronavirus 2 (SARS-COV-2). To add, the virus came from a bat (according to the report), that passed it to an immediate animal then to humans.
My momma repeatedly rebukes, “shindwe katika jina la Yesu!” I will not be surprised if she ‘ribashanda ribakatalabo kanaia ribozai’, that’s how she engages the heavens – She tells us all the time.
Although, I know our God heals all kinds of maladies, this particular one is making me shiver. Poor me, my faith is smaller than the mustard seed our Christ talked about.
Meeting the devil – Coronavirus
As I have said earlier, my granny must have seen this disease when she said, she’ll make sure the devil is in hell before meeting him.
Was my dream a foreshadow? Maybe Fada Lord is calling me to be a prophetess like Old Anna who is recorded in the Holy Book. I said maybe. No, probably…..But it was just a dream.
So, I can get Coronavirus when an infected person coughs and sneezes near me. In addition, when I shake hands, touch a surface or come to contact with a person or something with the virus then touch my eyes, nose and mouth.
How will I know that I have the malady? These are the symptoms; fever, dry cough and difficulty in breathing. Minor symptoms include, tiredness, sore throat and a runny nose.
The disease can cause, pneumonia in both lungs, septic shock, organ failure and death. Isn’t this scary?
I do not want us to glorify the devil at all . He’s really nothing but a zombie, powerless and a manipulator; imposer of fear.
Similarly, we can fight Coronavirus. No need to panic, it is not a death sentence.
Self Quarantine, here is the kicker.
Self Quarantine as a way of preventing Coronavirus is the new norm. It means refraining oneself from other individuals for a period of time, for this particular disease, fourteen days is the duration for self quarantine.
- Avoid large events, masses, meetings and gatherings.
- Avoid contact with anyone who has the symptoms or sick.
- Keep distance between yourself and others (5-6 feet away)
- Avoid visiting, hugging, kissing and shaking hands with people.
- Avoid sharing dishes, clothes and bedding etc with people, especially if you are sick.
- Stay at home.
Along with the Self Quarantine, here are other ways of keeping safe.
- Wash your hands with soap and running water for at least 25 seconds.
- Use alcohol based hand sanitizer.
- Avoid leaving your throat dry, take sips of (preferably) warm water with(without) lemon juice.
- Cover your mouth when you cough or sneeze.
- Clean and disinfect your surfaces regularly.
- Get yourself tested. If you check and find out your body temperature is higher than 38 degrees Celsius, consult your doctor.
All the best us you self quarantine this period. Don’t forget to keep yourself busy by: Reading books, working online, studying, writing school notes, helping parents, sharpening your skills, learning a new skill, do an online course and listening to sermons for spiritual development.
Above all, PRAY, PRAY and PRAY. Friends, it is only God who protects, therefore, self quarantine is just but a human procedure. Only God, only Him can take away this plague. Just Pray.
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